Old Skool Rap Beat ( 17.01.2025 )

A sudden emergency shakes the spacecraft. Sirens blare, lights flash red, and something massive approaches fast. Dark Earl braces for impact this is just the beginning.

Red Alert Protocol

Lyrics:
Les ombres et l’éperon
Les ombres et l’éperon, la brise et la plaine, Murmurent mon nom dans l’ombre lointaine. La nuit me connaît, solitaire et fière, Comme un vent cavalier défiant la lumière.
Les monts et les cendres, le sable et l’éclair, Savent ma quête aux songes d’hier. Que m’importe l’oubli, que m’importe l’exil, Si l’écho de mon cœur enflamme l’argile ?
Ô cavale du sort, entends-tu ma voix ? Je poursuis l’aurore, je défie le froid. Et si l’heure est funeste, que tremble la terre, Car l’âme du juste est plus vive que l’air.


Les Ombres et l’Éperon (Feat Emma Hope)

"When We Sit Upon the Veranda" is the latest release from The Bartenders and Emma Hope. This captivating track is an adaptation of the Persian poem "Man o To," seamlessly blending modern blues, soulful grooves, and rock elements with ethereal vocals and poetic depth. The song showcases the band's evolution and the enriching addition of Emma Hope, offering listeners a unique and transcendent musical experience.

The Bartenders and Emma Hope
Originally formed in Toronto, Canada, by Johnny D. and Stephaan Rayes, The Bartenders have been renowned for their modern blues infused with soulful grooves and a touch of rock. Their signature track, "Hey Bartender!", captivated audiences with its infectious energy and catchy riffs. Known for their captivating live performances, they transformed every stage into a vibrant mix of rhythms, blending classic influences with a refreshing modern twist.
The band's evolution took a significant turn with the integration of Canadian artist Emma Hope. Emma brings a graceful feminine touch to the ensemble, enriching their sound with her ethereal vocals and artistic depth. Her presence has added new dimensions to their music, leading to a harmonious blend of styles and a more dynamic stage presence.
Together, as "The Bartenders and Emma Hope," they continue to explore and innovate, creating music that resonates deeply with their audience. Their latest release, "When We Sit Upon the Veranda," is a testament to their collaborative synergy and artistic growth.

Lyrics: 
When We Sit Upon the Veranda

O sweet the hour when we shall rest, 
 upon the veranda, thee and I,
 Two figures drawn, two forms apart, 
 yet breathing in one soul, thee and I.
 Unburdened by the world’s cruel lore, 
 its whispered doubts, its wayward sigh,
 O free from fate’s entangled threads, 
 we shall be lost in rapture high.

O sweet the hour when we shall rest, 
 upon the veranda, thee and I,
 Two shadows cast upon the earth, 
 yet bound as one beneath the sky.
 No weary thought, no restless woe, 
 shall steal the hush of love’s embrace,
 For thee and I, yet not as two, 
 shall merge beyond both time and space.

Two figures drawn, two forms apart, 
 yet breathing in one soul, thee and I,
 Unburdened by the world’s cruel lore, 
 its whispered doubts, its wayward sigh.
 For thee and I, yet not as two, 
 shall merge beyond both time and space,
 O sweet the hour when we shall rest, 
 upon the veranda, thee and I.


When We Sit Upon the Veranda (Man o To)

A sonic journey filled with mystery, introspection, and pulsating energy.

Yamalki

La Femme Jazz marks a significant milestone for Maladonna as she ventures into the world of French music for the first time. This enchanting song captures the essence of the 1950s cabaret and lounge style, offering a delightful blend of rhythm and poetry. With lyrics celebrating the art of dance and the beauty of life, Maladonna invites listeners to embrace the magic of jazz. The song's smooth melodies and nostalgic vibes transport audiences to a glamorous era where every movement tells a story. "La Femme Jazz" is not just a song; it's an experience that resonates with the soul.


Lyrics:
La Femme Jazz
(Couplet 1)
Une femme qui danse, c’est de la vie qui passe
Un souffle léger, un instant qui s’efface
Elle tourne en silence, elle parle sans voix
Dans ses gestes simples, l'univers fait ses choix
Le temps glisse doucement sur ses mains ouvertes
Chaque pas qu'elle fait, une porte entrouverte
Elle écrit sans mots, des histoires fragiles
Que seuls comprennent ceux dont l'âme est agile
(Refrain)
Si tu n’aimes pas le Jazz, tu n’aimes pas la musique
Et si tu n’aimes pas la musique
Tu ne peux pas être Zinedine Zidane
Car la vie est rythme, improvisation magique
Sans mélodie, pas de danse héroïque
Tu ne peux pas être Zinedine Zidane
(Couplet 2)
Chaque femme qui danse, c’est un secret qui bouge
Un murmure discret, un frisson qui nous touche
Elle dessine en l'air des rêves éphémères
Son corps raconte tout ce qu'elle ne peut taire
Elle danse comme on aime, sans raison précise
Libre comme le vent, légère et indécise
Son mouvement est jazz, subtil et profond
Un langage du cœur que seuls les vrais comprendront
(Refrain)
Si tu n’aimes pas le Jazz, tu n’aimes pas la musique
Et si tu n’aimes pas la musique
Tu ne peux pas être Zinedine Zidane
Car la vie est rythme, improvisation magique
Sans mélodie, pas de danse héroïque
Tu ne peux pas être Zinedine Zidane
(Pont)
Regarde-la danser, écoute-la parler
Son corps est musique, son âme vérité
Elle danse pour vivre, elle danse pour dire
Que sans rythme au cœur, il n'y a rien à écrire
(Outro)
Une femme qui danse, c’est de la vie qui passe
Un instant précieux, une étoile fugace
Elle porte en elle la clé de l'existence
Car aimer la vie, c’est aimer la danse


La Femme Jazz

"J’aime Nous" feels like a letter not just written for love, but by Love itself.
In this gentle, poetic confession, Anissa Boualem speaks to all those who shape her world, family, friends, the familiar and the forgotten. With spoken verses and whispered truths, she embraces a kind of human polyamory: a deep, non-romantic affection for many, an openness of the heart that holds space for everyone.
This song, for Anissa, is a hymn. A tribute to presence, kindness, and the invisible threads that bind us.
It’s not about loving one person, it's a declaration of love to all who make us feel alive.
And in the end, she leaves us with this:
“Et si toi aussi, tu entends ça… sache que je t’aime.”
(If you too hear this… know that I love you.)

J’aime Nous (Lettre d’Amour)

12. Yesterday (2:46)
A nostalgic finale. Anissa revisits youth with vulnerability and dusty harmonies. Feels like an old picture rediscovered.

Yesterday

Solara (Drum and Bass)

reach beyond Remix J4 remaster 2025

Deadlight District is a cold, instrumental descent into a war-ravaged Russian financial zone. It opens with glitched Soviet tones and a slow, distorted kick—like distant shellfire in concrete canyons. Metallic synths rise like broken sirens, layered over industrial rhythms that echo malfunctioning escalators and flickering LED tickers. Midway, detuned piano and ghostly pads evoke the hollow grandeur of abandoned boardrooms and shattered wealth. The climax erupts in glitchy breakbeats and collapsing sonic architecture. It fades into a low-frequency hum and the whistle of wind through broken glass. Stark, cinematic, and unforgiving.

Red Alert Protocol

Mars Tech Records